The warm morning sun filtered through the open window as little Junio sat on his soft blanket, waiting excitedly for his bottle of milk. His tiny fingers opened and closed, and he rocked back and forth impatiently. Breakfast time was his favorite moment of the day, and nothing could match the comfort of warm milk in his little belly.
Dad smiled while preparing the bottle, knowing exactly how much Junio loved this routine. Once ready, he handed it to the eager baby monkey. Junio grabbed it instantly, holding it with both hands as though afraid someone would take it away. But in his excitement, his grip slipped—and the bottle tumbled to the floor.
The moment it hit the ground, everything froze. Junio’s eyes widened, his small mouth trembled, and then—an explosive cry tore through the air.
He didn’t just cry; he screamed with every bit of emotion he had. Tears rushed down his cheeks, his face turned red, and his little body shook in frustration. To him, it wasn’t just a bottle falling—it was the world falling apart.
Dad rushed over, trying to calm him, but Junio was lost in his heartbreak. He kicked his tiny legs, waved his arms, and wailed as if the floor had stolen his precious milk forever.
Dad gently picked up the bottle, wiped it clean, and poured new warm milk inside. Still, Junio was too upset to notice at first. Dad softly kissed his head, whispered calming words, and placed the bottle back into his hands.
The crying slowly softened. Junio hiccupped, sniffed, and finally took a sip. His little hands tightened around the bottle—this time with all the strength he had.
Within moments, peace returned. His eyes softened, his tail dropped relaxed, and he drank happily, secure again in dad’s care.
For a little monkey, even the smallest things mean everything.
